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Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (32/?)
Date: 2016-04-01 01:16 pm (UTC)It’s dawn, and if Dredge and Photo have the vaguest sense of time, and if Watch got everything correct, the town should at least be moving.
Instead, there’s nothing.
Door are locked, shut the way Dredge says they only do overnight to keep out the nightstalkers and the coyotes. There isn’t a single person out in the fields, no one at the windmill-well to the east of town, no one on the front porch of the general store on the main street in any of the half dozen rocking chairs.
“Twist,” Lucinda murmurs, stands at the top of main street, holds one hand up. The rest of the team--Runner, Drummer, Burn, Tooth, Watch, Twist--stops, spreads out behind Lucinda. “Twist, take Drummer with you to the south end of town. Check for anyone, anywhere.”
“Sure thing, Boss,” Drummer agrees. Twist doesn’t even grunt.
“Watch, Tooth, Burn, you three take the east side of town. Runner, you’re with me, we'll take the west.”
“What’re you expecting?” Watch asks.
“Ambush.” Lucinda replies, grips her rifle for a moment before pausing, swinging it back onto her shoulder, and pulling out her machete instead. “Keep your eyes open and your wits about you, and keep your faces covered. Look for Dredge and Photo, first, make sure they’re not in danger, and then try to take anyone down. If someone shoots at you, you’re authorized to shoot back. Now go.”
They all nod, cover their faces, split the way Lucinda instructed.
“Boss?’ Runner asks, voice low as they circle behind the second row of shacks off main street. “Don’t like this. Too quiet, even for an ambush.”
“Someone made a mistake,” Lucinda agrees. “Matter is who made the mistake.”
“Had to be Dredge or Photo. Watch ain’t like that, Watch ain’t got anything to gain by lying.”
“Dredge and Photo don’t have anything to gain by fucking us over either,” Lucinda replies, bares her teeth.
“Well, shit, you met Dredge. Ain’t gotta intend to fuck up to say something wrong,” Runner points out. “And Photo’s real little, and she’s been listenin’ a lot to what Twist is sayin’. Twist has some points, Boss, you really gotta check in with her.”
“I will, later,” Lucinda snaps, bares her teeth wider. “Shit, I hope they only have as many weapons as Watch could guarantee.”
“I wouldn’t count on it,” Runner laughs. “Give ‘em at least half more.”
“If they have that many guns, we’re fucked,” Lucinda growls. “No one’s out, which means either the houses are empty or they’re waiting.”
“I’d bet on the second. Depends what either of ‘em said, but there ain’t many of us. Outnumber us five to one. Easy to fight numbers like that.”
“We’re Legion. It still won't be an easy fight, if I have anything to say about it.”
Above them, Lucinda’s bird kronks.